"M. F. Korn - Aliens, Minibikes ond Other Staples of Suburbia" - читать интересную книгу автора (Korn M F)

Who Are You, You and You?
Is It Live or Is It Lysergic Acid?
Going on a Submarine Ride
Laboring in the Valley of Ashes
Aliens and Minibikes
About the Author
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*An Introduction by Sherry Decker*
This fine collection of short fiction, plus novella, are a nostalgic
return to childhood when we all had innocence, faith and imagination. Decades




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have passed with the writing of these varied tales -- some written in the mid
1980s, some more recent -- all of them fascinating in their own way.
While reading, you'll be picked up and dropped straight into your own
history while visiting various, imaginary neighborhoods and worlds. What an
amazing pageant of dates, details and deja vu in this collection! We glimpse a
carnival that set up camp in a small town -- here today, gone tomorrow --
leaving behind a list of missing children. We enter a bizarre junk store
filled with truly 'impossible' things. We experience a fish tale about
discovery and loss -- a slice of life wrought with childhood disappointment,
yet a grain of promise. We're questioned, "If you could bring back a famous
person from the dead, whom would it be?" And we're then reminded, be careful
what you wish for. We accompany a guy named Rick in a downward spiral toward
insanity -- or is he right, and the world has taken cloning to a point beyond
the extreme? We read on and shudder to ourselves: don't mess with them video
manipulators! Then comes a tale with a question and a twist ending -- Will
Daddy show up to take you to Disneyland?
I thoroughly enjoyed every story in this collection, but my favorite
would have to be the novella, "Aliens and Minibikes" -- a story about a
neighborhood and some very believable boys and girls. It's a science fiction
and puberty cocktail, that first amused me, pulled me in, then scared me.
Won't tell you the ending, but it was good!
I recommend this collection. You won't be sorry you read it. It's
nostalgia at its finest.
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*The Spectral Carnival Show*
Crandall and I rode around Hammond arguing about what restaurant we
would pick for lunch.
"You're the businessman, you know the best spots for chrissakes," he
said.
"But I don't live here, you do."
He was a professional magician, he really was fun to be around even if
he didn't drink. I sighed. It was the Saturday before Easter Sunday. Were we
going to drive by the college again to watch coeds walk by, unseen by our
carnal stares through Crandall's tinted windows?
"Hey, a carnival!" I said.